13. Dezember 2014.
Dortmund, Deutschland.
Deat Juju,
Ever since I met you I made it my mission to know everything about Pachuca and your career. I read an article that claimed you were in England for two weeks this summer because Chelsea FC was interested in you, I was so happy to read that. I read they were all set to offer you a contract too, but then Club Pachuca refused to let you go. I'm very sorry about that. But don't worry. They might offer you a contract again next year, or maybe another (better) team will come around.
You don't know how much I would love a blanket, especially in the winter. Sigh. But if it has your face on it then it'll have to wait until after we meet. I'll have you know I'll be expecting you to arrive with my bed cover on the day we meet. And you should wear it like a cape too. I swear that would be so epic.
Oh my gosh!
Don't tell me your mom ships us. Mine does.
Its so embarrassing. She tells people I have a famous footballer boyfriend from Mexico. And she, like, puts emphasis on the fact that you're from Mexico cause Mexicans are really appreciated in Europe. Like, you're known to be friendly people who like to party and have a nice time. I know the French especially like people from Mexico.
There is a reason why I don't mention you to my friends. Okay here it goes. I don't want to tell them about you cause you're so fun and amazing and cool and I want all your attention to myself. I'm a selfish penpal.
That's horrible to say, but its true.
Besides, they have their own penpals because most of them are in the same classes as me. And if they don't have one I'll just hook them up with one of your friends. Maybe Pizarro cause he's the only one I know of since you've mentioned him by name. Or maybe that Van Rankin guy you mentioned once.
I'll give you my phone number so we can be in constant contact for the next few months until we finally get to meet :D So...I guess this is our last letter. I feel kinda sad that I won't be getting a letter from you on Thursday and replying on Sunday.
You'll still send me good Mexican stuff, right?
Text me: x-xxx-xxx-xxxx.
Sincerely,
Frid.
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the last letter and now there will be text messages ^.^
there will only be a couple of chapters of those, maybe 4-5, or maybe a couple more than that.
but now i have to go do some hoework before four in the afternoon because i need to go to school tonight for dress rehearsal. my christmas concert with my choir is on friday and i'm so excited :D
thank you all for reading.
i love you.
-clary xx
